Opps! I forgot to say that this is a year after HOO. So everyone is one year older. That is all, enjoy!

Nico POV

I walked into the throne room slowly. After finishing another mission my dad sent me on, I was hoping for some sleep. Going after some stupid rouge harpies doesn't let a guy sleep long and boy, am I drained. I could sleep for days.

"Hello father," I bowed as I approached Hades.

"Yes, yes. Hello," he looked distracted and angry. Not a good sign. "You have done a good job today. Go get some sleep." He waved his hand dismissively.

I nodded, and began walking toward the door, but I hesitated. Cautiously, I asked, "Is- Is something wrong father?"

Before he opened his mouth, a cloud of black smoke started forming in front of me and the room began smelling strongly of violets. The smell of so strong I began coughing- no, I take that back. I began hacking up a lung. Gods she's so dramatic.

"What do you want father?"

And there stood my sister, Violet, in all her black and purple glory. Okay, she's my half-sister, but whatever. She was glaring at my father, arms crossed and tapping her foot. Even though she was wearing a summer flower patterned purple dress, black flats (don't judge! I have a girlfriend you know) and her long black hair had a purple flower in it, she looked terrifying. I guess it could have been the look she was giving our dad. We both inherited his death glare (no pun intended…much), but with Violet actually being a goddess, her death glare was slightly scarier than mine… okay fine, much scarier.

"You know what it's about." My father glared at her in his worst glare I've ever seen him. Violet didn't flinch, in fact, she actually grew scarier.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She took a step closer to Hades and he stood up. They were now facing each other, glaring in silence. Well, it would have been if I wasn't coughing up my other lung.

Violet turned her head, her eyes piercing into mine, "Will you quit it?"

I glared at her, "You're the cough one cough who poisoned the air cough with that smell!" I took a deep breath- big mistake. Now I started coughing up my liver and had to steady myself by leaning against the wall.

Violet rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers; the smell immediately disappeared. I took a deep breath of clean air (or as clean as it can be in the Underworld).

"Finally," I mumbled.

"I heard that!" Violet snapped. She took a step away from our father and towards me. I braced myself for a fight. That's what me and my sister do: fight. Sometimes we fight with words, other times swords. She's not that good, but did I mention she's a goddess? Her powers are something about thoughts like good and bad thoughts. So fighting her while fighting depression? Not fun.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her; sometimes she saves me from being turned into a flower by Persephone or help me with Anya (A/N read Guardian of the River Styx) and sometimes I would save her from doing any of dad's missions. So we don't hate each other; we just very much dislike each other. And we glare at each other…a lot. Kinda like we are now.

"Enough!"

We both jumped. I forgot Hades was there and I'm guessing she did to.

"All you to ever do is fight! I'll talk to you later about that, but right now," his eyes looked into ours. I felt as though my soul was being taken from me right then and there. "But right now, I want to talk to Violet about something."

Violet sighed. She turned to face Hades, a bored look on her face.

Hades looked right at her, a smirk on his face. He only said one word. And that word seemed to freak Violet out. I cou;dn't understand why. I mean, it was just one word. What's the deal? But Violet looked as though Hades said he was going to kill her. What was the word my father said?

"Apollo."